Chapter 30: Marinah
I arrive at the training room followed by my ever-present guards. Boot isnt here, so I begin warm-ups and stretches. I struggle though because I feel like all my muscles have turned to bricks. My head has stopped pounding and my stomach is under control at the moment. It doesnt mean Im ready for todays torture. I stretch, teetering to keep my balance, and I know I look like a fool while doing it. A giggle from a small cabinet in the corner alerts me that Im being watched.
My guards remain outside the open door and theyre not looking in. I slowly walk to the cabinet and peek inside. The large brown eyes that peer back at me seem to sparkle in that naughty boy Ive been caught kind of way. His brown hair comes to mid shoulder and theres a smudge of dirt beneath one eye. His skin is light burnished brown, from his mothers Cuban heritage. I lift my finger to my lips giving the age old quiet signal.